Bright the sun, thawed the snow – be gone, be gone; spring is here. Warm zephyrs waft through dry, brittle limbs – awake, awake; spring is here. Silver-grey clouds easing near on the horizon – come, come closer; spring is here. Silver-blue rain comes glimmering down, trickling down, soaking down. Small the shoots, frail the buds – up, come up; spring is here. Twittering the birds, creaking the crickets – sing, my loves, for spring is here. Green the leaves, green the grass – out, come out; spring is here. Sweet the air, sweet the earth – awake, draw near, and sing – live, my loves, for spring is here!